Date: Wed, 19 May 2004 23:12:09 -0400
From: Stu Wrigley
Subject: Harry Potter and the Awakenings: Chapter Two: Harry's Best Day
Name: Stu
E-mail Address: Stu_Wrigley@hotmail.com
Title: Harry Potter and the Awakenings
Chapter Two: Harry's Best Day
Chapter Summary: On Dudley's sixteenth birthday, Harry receives his
O.W.L. exam grades, as well as letters from his friends for the first time
in the summer, and is left locked in his room, in an empty house, for the
entire day. Could the day get any better?
Categories: Unresolved Sexual Tension (UST), Masturbation (MAST)
Chapter Pairings: Ron/Harry, Harry Solo
Total Story Pairings: Ron/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: This is the second chapter of thirty, and is the author's
rendition of Harry Potter's Sixth Year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry. All characters mentioned are copyrighted by J.K. Rowling and
Warner Brothers, and the story is that of pure fiction. All of those who
are not of legal age to view this material are urged to not read.
Chapter Two: Harry's Best Day
The draught continued to rage on into the next week, and was taking
it's toll on all four souls of Number Four Privet Drive. The Dursley's
could barely stand the water restrictions much longer, though Dudley never
seemed to complain, as he always got what he wanted, long showers and a
constantly filled water gun (which pretty much resembled a cannon) were
luxuries which Dudley enjoyed without question from his parents, who had
begun to sacrifice their own showers. Harry, not to his surprise, hadn't
been granted access to a shower in over a week, something for which Dudley
ridiculed him immensely, of course not verbally. Every time Dudley would
pass Harry in the house, he would instinctively pinch his nose and making
gagging noises, which turned into fits of laughter. Harry first began the
summer by counting down the weeks that he would return to Hogwarts, which
then turned into the counting of days, then days, and now hours. Harry
relished the thought of rejoining his world on the first of September just
about as much as he craved some form of sexual release.
In a whole week, Harry still had not found one way to orgasm. He
was always being watched or spied upon by one or more of the Dursleys. Even
at night, he feared the noises he would make if he even tried to
masturbate. If he had only been one year older, Harry thought to himself
one very early morning, he could cast a sound proof barrier on his door,
which would solve that problem. Hell, if Harry had been one year older, he
could leave Number Four Privet Drive forever. If it hadn't been for
Belatrix Lestrange, he could be living at Number 12 Grimmwauld Place, with
his godfather, Sirius Black, who had been murdered two months ago. Harry
laid on his bed, thinking of Sirius, while a tear rolled down his face. He
missed his godfather more than anything in the wizarding world, where he
belonged.
Harry awoke, from a not-so-much slumber, the morning of Dudley's
birthday, and groaned to himself at the sickening thought of having to bear
his cousin bitch and moan about not getting enough presents, and seeing his
aunt and uncle coward down and kiss his fat arse with the promise to buy
him more later on that day. It happened every year.
Harry was not awake for any longer than thirty seconds before a
loud rapping at his door startled the almost naked boy, who had barely
enough time to cover himself before his giraffe-necked aunt barged into the
room.
" I hope you didn't believe you were going to sleep in all day on
my Dinky Duddydums' birthday," Aunt Petunia began, as Harry caught a glance
at the clock behind her, reading quarter to seven in the morning, " Just
because it's his special day, you are not getting the day off from your
chores..." Before she could continue, Uncle Vernon stepped into the room,
dressed in his bathrobe, scratching his massive head.
" Petunia dear, I received a call from Mrs. Figg ten minutes ago,
she cannot take the boy today because she has come down with a rather nasty
bug. I told her, of course, not to worry about the boy catching anything,"
he said with an evil grin, while a vein in Harry's forehead throbbed in
anger, " And nobody else can take him today. Dudley wouldn't want us to
bring him along with us, after what happened four years ago at the zoo, so
we'll have to lock him in his room for the entire day." Harry's heart
leaped at the very sound of this, over and over again, he would be by
himself for the entire day, alone in the house, even if he was locked up in
his room, he would be alone!
Aunt Petunia looked as if somebody had raked their nails across a
chalkboard a thousand times as loudly as normal. She didn't want to leave
Harry by himself, but she had no choice. Forcing a smile to form, with
tightly closed lips, she nodded her head and exited the room, leaving Harry
alone with his Uncle, who turned to face him.
" I have decided to allow you to shower today, as the stench coming
from you, though normal as it may seem to you, is becoming quite
nauseating. I want you showered and back in this room in ten minutes,
before Dudley wakes up. Get going." Harry glanced at his uncle for a moment
to see if he was joking, and as soon as he realized he wasn't, his uncle
had grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out of bed, before smacking his
hand hard upon Harry's arse and shoving him into the hall. Harry, holding
his bottom, ran downstairs to the basement, showered quickly, dressed, and
got back up to his room in five minutes. He didn't want to ruin this chance
he just had received.
Harry was given one small plate, which had three pieces of toast, a
half of an orange, and a small portion of burned steak, by his aunt, which
she had called his meal for the day, before shutting the door and closing
the many locks attached to his door. Harry looked at the insignificant
amount of food on the plate, and his stomach grumbled, but he did not care,
all he wanted was for the Dursleys to leave.
Harry watched the clock upon the wall intently, they had to be
going soon. Time dragged on forever, and at many times, Harry could have
sworn that the clock had stopped and even gone in reverse. Finally, three
hours later, at 10:00 on the dot, Harry listened as he heard the front door
slam shut, the car outside in the front leave the driveway, and head off in
the distance. No sooner did Harry no longer hear the car, did he run to his
window and open it widely, shouting, " GOOD MORNING WORLD!!!" He looked at
the brightly lit horizon and smiled for the first time in over five
weeks. He was finally alone, well, not entirely, Hedwig, Harry's snowy owl,
has perched in her cage behind him. He turned, and opened up the cage door,
allowing her to get out, stretch her wings, and soar out the window,
letting a resounding hoot come out of her beak. Harry smiled once more as
he watched her fly laps around the neighborhood homes.
As Hedwig continued to fly outside, Harry noticed another two more
owls in the distance. One large barn owl and a tiny owl accompanying it,
flew faster and faster towards Harry, nearly knocking him down as they both
flew into his room. "Pig!" Harry exclaimed while running over and picking
the tiny bird off of the floor, removing the five envelopes attached to
it's one foot. Pig, was in fact Harry's beat friend Ronald Weasley's, owl,
thus making Harry all the more excited about having this bird in his
room. The larger barn owl looked directly at Harry, almost in a regal sort
of manner, and Harry noticed a very official looking letter attached to its
foot. Before opening any of the letters he had received from Pig, Harry
removed the letter from the barn owl and then watched the bird soar out of
his room, just as Hedwig returned, looking as though she had missed
important company. Harry looked down at the envelope,
Mr. H. Potter The Smallest Bedroom Number Four Privet Drive Little Whinging
Surrey
Enclosed are you O.W.L. results
With a rapidly beating heart, Harry had torn the envelope opened,
and shucked it aside, before unfolding the piece of yellow parchment that
came out, the message on it was written in navy blue ink.
Dear Mr. H. Potter,
The following are your O.W.L. exam grades, which were administered
this past June at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding.
O= Outstanding E= Exceedingly Acceptable A= Acceptable D= Dreadful T= Troll
Transfiguation: E
Defense Against the Dark Arts: O
Care of Magical Creatures: E
Charms: O
Potions: O
Divination: D
Herbology: A
Astronomy: D
History of Magic: A
If you have any inquires or challenges to your exam grades, you may
write to the Wizarding Examinations Authority no later than the 30th of
July.
Griselda Marchbanks Head of Wizarding Examinations Authority
At this point, Harry's head was spinning. How had he got such great
grades on his O.W.L.'s? Granted his 'O' in Defense Against the Dark Arts
wasn't all that surprising, though his 'O' in Potions sure as hell had
been. Harry had to grin at himself when he pictured Professor Snape reading
his student's test grades, only to find that he had scored an 'O'. Another
thought passed into his mind when thinking of Snape, he would have to
endure two more years of Potions because of that grade! Harry cursed so
loudly that it made Hedwig hoot in shock. Harry looked at the snowy white
owl and apologized, which he knew Hedwig understood. Harry looked back at
his test grades, heart still thumping mildly inside his chest, and wondered
what he'd be doing this year at Hogwarts, the place he most longed to be.
Before Harry could think much longer, Pig made a louder-than-normal
hooting noise, before falling off of Harry's bed, and making a small thud
on the floor. Harry shook his head before opening the first of the five
letters, which was from his best friend, Ron.
Hi Harry!
I hope the Muggles are treating you somewhat nicely this summer,
even though I know much better, contrary to what Hermione thinks of me. Mum
and Dad moved us all back to the Burrow, which is much better than
you-know-where. (Ron was obviously making reference to Number Twelve
Grimmwauld Place) I just got my O.W.L. results. I only got two 'O's, which
were in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration! I got 'A's in
Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology and History of Magic. Mum
nearly lost it when she saw I got D's in Divination, Astronomy and Potions,
but she's gotten over it, especially because of the two 'O's I got. Have
you heard anything from Hermione this summer? I'm going to guess that you
didn't, but let me tell you something; all of her letters have been NOTHING
of her talking about Viktor Krum! Everything's Vikki this, Vikki that, it's
enough to make you want to lose your lunch. At least I get the clean
version of events, from what Ginny's been hinting at, our little 'innocent'
friend hasn't been so innocent this summer. I won't say much now, we'll
have so much to catch up on in person. Speaking of which, Mad-Eye and Lupin
told me to tell you that they would be personally coming by on the first of
August to escort you here. I begged them to get you earlier, but they said
that a month before we started school would be more than enough to catch up
on things, and that anything longer might be a little dangerous, with
Voldemort still at large....
At this point Harry had to pause for a moment, for two
reasons. One, he was shocked as all hell that Ron had written Voldemort's
name. The last time he and Ron were together, Ron still was having problems
saying his name, let alone writing it. The second reason was that Harry
hadn't thought once about Voldemort since a few weeks prior when he,
members of the Order of the Phoenix, and members of the D.A., had fought
Voldemort and the Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic. Come to think of
it, Harry hadn't felt his scar burn, prickle, throb, or anything at all
since that time. Harry decided to push that into the back of his mind and
continue reading.
.... and all that jazz. I expect that this letter should have reached you
just before your birthday, and don't worry, I haven't forgotten about that,
nor have any one of us, and we're having a large party for you when you
come to the Burrow, so just wait and see what we've all got planned,
especially me. I'll give you a little hint; it has something to do with the
night we had won the Quidditch Cup.
Can't wait to see you Harry,
Ron
After reading the last lines of Ron's letter, Harry's groin began
to stir, and he moved a hand to the inside of his trousers, groping his
hard member. He hadn't forgotten that night one bit.
Harry and Hermione had returned from the forest with Hagrid, only
to see Ron charging at them, smile across his face, cheering wildly and
holding a large, silver cup. Many of Hogwart's students, minus the
Slytherins, were singing 'Weasley is our King' as loud as their voices
could permit them. The Gryffindors celebrated into the night, drinking vast
amounts of Butterbeer and eating large assortments of sweets and snacks,
all supplied by the House Elves, who all worked in the school
kitchen. Harry had to practically pry Ron away from the party, not to
mention the Quidditch Cup, which he had a death-grip on, just so he could
talk to him and congratulate him in private. He led Ron up the winding
stairs, into the Fifth Year's Dormitory, and closed the door behind
him. When he turned around, Ron had nearly knocked him off his feet by
lunging at him and hugging him as hard as he possibly could.
" Harry, I can't believe I won! I can't believe we won! The
Quidditch Cup in my first year of playing on the house team!" Harry
couldn't bear to remove the grin he had across his face.
" Ron, I can't believe it either, even though I knew you had it in
you. Isn't it such a great feeling to have that trophy handed to you? Just
wait until you see your name engraved upon it. Ronald Weasley, Gryffindor
Keeper, Hogwart's Quidditch Champion. It's got a nice ring to it?" By this
point, Ron had a tear rolling down his face.
" Harry, I just want to thank you for encouraging me to stay on the
team, even though I know I playing like a troll in the beginning." The two
let out a few laughs at that remark, before composing themselves.
" Ron, you weren't that bad... you played as badly as Malfoy
perhaps." Harry joked with Ron, before he was tackled to the bed, and had
begun to be mercilessly tickled by the larger of the two boys.
" Oh I'm going to get you so bad for that, Potter!" Ron had said in
his best impression of Draco Malfoy, their greatest and most hated rival at
Hogwarts. He continued tickling Harry as tears free flowed down Harry's
face. Ron, tired of Harry's legs kicking him and trying to buck him off the
bed, had gotten on top of Harry and pinned him down to the bed, still
running his long and bony fingers up and down Harry's sides. Unbeknown to
both boys, the two were rubbing and grinding into each other's crotches,
and both their dicks began to enjoy the attention. Harry had tried to reach
up and grab his friend, but Ron reached out and grabbed Harry's forearms,
pinning them down to the bed, right above Harry's black-haired head,
crotches still rubbing together, body's still squirming around on the
bed. Before long, Ron had Harry's arms, under his control, high above
Harry's head, so far that it made their faces come within two inches of
each other. Breathing heavily on one another, Ron's grip on Harry's
forearms loosened ever so slowly, bodies stiffening up, eyes fixed upon one
another's, trying to read each other's thoughts, which were essentially the
same. Ron's hands were now supporting his body weight, so that he wasn't
crushing the smaller teen beneath him, and Harry's had come down and
wrapped around his best friend's torso, slowly rubbing up and down his
sides, feeling the different textures of Ron's Quidditch uniform of scarlet
and white. Ron, before entering the room, had taken off his leather gloves
and wrist protectors, but still had on the proper robes, trousers and
leather shin guards, which all Quidditch players wore.
Now that he thought of it, Ron looked rather cute... actually he
looked somewhat sexy in his Quidditch robes. In fact, his best friend,
while lanky and mildly gangly, wasn't too bad looking. A shock wave went
through Harry's body, more specifically his stomach, at this revelation. He
didn't know what this meant, but for some odd reason it felt right.
Neither boy had realized that they had been staring at one another
for ten minutes solid, though Ron's arms definitely felt it, as they were
now beginning to tremble under his own weight. Slowly lowering himself down
on Harry, he swallowed a lump in his throat, and noticed Harry had done the
same. For the first time, they each felt one another's hard members through
their trousers, though neither of them seemed to mind. Harry inhaled a
large amount of Ron's scent through his nose, and seemed to be even more
stimulated by his best friend's smell, which was a combination of musk,
sweat, and for some odd reason, chocolate. Harry had felt the need to say
something to Ron, and opened his mouth, but was cut off when Ron lowered
his lips down on Harry's and began kissing him very lightly first, then
slowly, but rapidly faster and harder. Little nips and pecks became hard
kissed and sucking on lips. Harry's left hand remained rubbing Ron's back,
while his right ran itself through Ron's flaming red hair, grabbing it
harshly, and forcing his best friend's head hard down, so their kissing
became more intense. Ron tried many times pulling himself up to breath, but
only got a quick breath before Harry pulled him back down. Their tongues
mashed against each other, swapping spit, exploring inside of their
mouths. Ron began moving downward on Harry's face, kissing his lower lip
before grabbing it with his teeth and giving it a gentle, but hard bite,
which only made Harry moan for more.
Ron's tongue traced Harry's jawbone, stopping at the chin, so he
could nibble on it slightly before moving to Harry's neck, where Ron kissed
up and down, so that each and every part of it was not missed. When it
seemed that he had everything covered, Ron buried his face in Harry's neck
and started sucking violently. Harry moaned thrashed under his best friend,
all in ecstasy, never before had he felt like this, and he was relishing
every moment.
When Ron pulled away from Harry's neck, he licked the skin where a
rather large hickey had formed, and smiled while sitting up, still
straddling his best friend. The two looked at one another, devilish grins
across their faces, knowing they wanted more, but before anything else
happened, Harry reached inside his robes, taking out his wand, while Ron
closed the curtains. Harry pointed directly at one side and uttered,
"Silencio!", and did the same for the opposite side. With outside
disturbances taken care of, the best friends looked at each other, not
knowing that what they were about to do, would change their lives
forever...